New Story, Chapter Two

Thank you so much for the notes from the first chapter! And here's the second, with all the same first draftiness of the first chapter ;)

I wasn’t worried. So I’d absorbed some kind of estrogen pill into my hand, so what? There was a momentary panic, just a flutter of the heart, really, when I considered the fact that I’d just taken an experimental drug. But Carl had done an outstanding job of assuaging my fears before I ever took the thing. After a few minutes of feeling no change at all in my pulse or cognition, I decided that it was a silly mistake and went about my business. 

Rebecca was, naturally, doing some work to further her soon-to-be-illustrious career, which left me fending for myself. I had an exciting evening of some gaming with friends, accompanied by more than a few beers, and maybe a few minutes with me and some phone-size porn before bed. With any luck, Rebecca would get home at a  reasonable hour and we could fool around some. 

Phase one went off without a hitch. I ordered some pizza and wings, had four lagers, and acquitted myself well in a team deathmatch spree that had me at the top of the leaderboards twice. 

There was a rumble in my stomach, easily dismissable when you took into account the aforementioned pizza, wings, and beer. By the time I was signing off for the night, though, I was getting woozy. Again, something I could chalk up to the beers, so I decided to fast-forward to the phone porn and bed. Rebecca would probably be late, and I hated when she came home and I was half-drunk. I found the bed, dialed up my favorite spank material, and got myself hard with a surprising speed. Once I started stroking myself, it was like fireworks were going off. My dick had always been pleasantly sensitive, no more or less than average, I thought, but this was a whole new ball game. It wasn’t quite the heightened peaks of a climax, but it was toe-curling bliss nonetheless. The phone fell out of my hand at some point. Who needed porn when your body was its own funhouse of delights?

I squirmed on top of the bed, hips moving in time with my lazy strokes. While my right hand took care of the main course, my left was pushing up my shirt, finding my nipple and giving it a hard pinch. I laughed at the sharp sensation, a mix of slight, sparking pain and intense pleasure. I was panting, letting out yips of joy while I worked my crank, until I abandoned my nipple to shove two fingers into my mouth, stifling the animal sounds I made. I sucked my fingers while I jerked off, and that combination had me abandoning my sucking entirely to cry out at the orgasm that rocked through me. There were some aftershocks, but nothing like the white, searing bliss of that climax. More intense than anything I’d ver experienced. The inside of my head was like those old models of houses being hit by nuclear blasts. A furious blast and all structures were laid waste, leaving behind only bent skeletons. Those bent skeletons were my thoughts, fried by the nuclear climax, the O Bomb. I played with my hard cock and rubbed the cum I spilled into the fur of my stomach, noting the slick feel of it. If only everything felt so fun and slippery.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I had enough of my wits about me to finally yank up my shorts when I heard the door open, and the routine deposit of books and backpack in the living room. She might think she was being quiet, but I was keenly aware of the sound of her footsteps, no matter how light. 

The lights were out, so Rebecca snuck into the bedroom, assuming I was long since asleep. What iw as doing was watching her. The dark mane of her hair as she freed it from the ponytail that she wore for work, the dark hue of her skin, some hodlover of Latino descent, or maybe Mediterranean. She unhooked her bra while I watched, studying the silhouette of her breasts and the flat of her belly. I didn’t realize it, but I was hard again. My tip was my hand wrapped around my pole again, dipped under the waist of my shorts. The jostling of the comforter over me startled Rebecca.

“Oh!”

“Sorry, baby,” I whispered. “Hope you don’t mind. I wa sstaring at you.”

She came to me, bent and kissed me. She didn’t see through the vague shape made by the comforter that I was slowly stroking myself to her. 

“I look gross. What are you doing up so late? I thought you were having a game night. Did it run long? Did you kill lots of zombies or whatever?”

“I guess so,” I answered. I had never been coy a day in my life, but I’ll be damned if that wasn’t just how I sounded.

Rebecca had donned her long tee that would serve as pajamas and started for the attached bathroom when she stopped and really looked at me.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Just feeling frisky.”

I liked how her bare legs looked coming from beneath the long tee. I liked the way I could see the shape of her hips when she moved. I was going to bring myself to another earth-stomping orgasm if I wasn’t careful, and all from looking at the woman of my dreams. 

“I smell bad,” she said as warning.

“I don’t care. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Jesus,” Rebecca laughed. “You are wound up. You on extasy or something?”

“I’m high on life,” I said with a little laugh. I reached for her, and she met me falling onto the bed and into my arms. She did smell, but that was the tang of the antiseptics used in the hospitality. Beneath that, I smelled her sweat and the oils of her skin. I kissed her, hard, and gripped her breast through the tee. I was pushing down blankets, tugging up her shirt, fast and eager and precise in my actions, getting her exposed to my slavering cock. 

She whimpered while I kissed her, breaking it only to remove her panties. The shirt was coming up, and I pulled that away, too,e xposing her completely. She was magnificent, and I sucked a dark nipple into my mouth before I let it go with a flicking tongue.

“You are so fucking hot,” I moaned.

“Language,” she replied with a laugh, stolen halfway through by a gasp when I entered her. She was gloriously wet, and after two thrusts I was gliding into her, the perfect pressure of her pussy around me as great a wonder as any I’d known. This made the previous orgasm feel like nothing. This, this was truth and beauty. Feeling a tight, wet pussy wrapped around my shaft was like listening to a choir of angels sing. I thrust into rebecca, and she clawed at my back, eager to have me fuck her deeper and harder. We were a tangle of bites and licks and pumping hips, until I was screaming. It was loud and long, and somewhere far away I think Rebecca was screaming, too. I came inside her until there was only the weak twitch, pale shade of the pumping I’d done before. 

I withdrew from her and fell onto my back. Rebecca nestled against me, the two of us sweaty and stunned by the voraciousness of our lovemaking.

“Holy fuck,” she said. That summed it up well. “What got into you?”

I thought about the pill, that pink stain on my palm, and then dismissed it. So what if the side effect was that I was a little hornier than usual. I’d sleep it off, I assumed, and fell asleep quite satisfied with Rebecca in my arms.